I have a chemical fear;
A jealousy bred between
my nerves, unwarranted.
Such a controlled personality,
but tamed by the deepest ridges.
I could hold rolls of your skin
and desire more for my camping lips.
I could speak ten thousand times
on love like a tenured professor
and still never expose the science.
I am writing this to expose my weakness,
and my weakness is in loving so well.